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“Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy!” Lo said, as she handed me a cute little card. She was wearing her silky, shiny black dress, black heels, and nothing else. She then sat on the chair, lifted up her legs high in the air, spread them, and said, “Do you want a little appetizer before dinner?”
I took in the sight and said, “Come to think of it, I could use a little snack.”
I got on my knees before her like a supplicant before his god, opened my mouth and put my tongue to her smooth, newly shaved, glistening pussy lips. I heard her moan on contact. I then dove in with an enthusiastic and concerted cunnilingal revery. I could feel her body convulsing and her lower lips salivating. At one point, I looked up from my coveted corner at the apex of her love and saw that she had pulled out her phone and was looking at something on it as I worshipped her womanhood. What could it be, I thought.
I continued a little while longer lashing her labia with my tongue before I could stand it no more. I backed off and stood up.
“Lola,” I said sternly, “what are you so preoccupied with?”
“Don’t stop, Daddio,” she said. “I’m just reading the Valentine’s cards I got from my fans.”
“Let me see,” I demanded.